Living or dying, ain't the question for me   But how to survive these moral beliefs   Of sex and religion and the things that we kill   Without facing a judge but our own bloody will   Life isn't easy, but I'm learning hard   Coming from the blind side   Mama, it's all in hand      Growing up under normal conditions   Wonder if I'd get a clue   About first things first and the last thing too   Being stuck in the middle cause we all need food for thoughts   And reasons for being sincere   On the blind side   Mama, it's all in hand      Waiting for you and I hope you're coming down on me   I'm looking up from my hands   I see all these tears that you've cried   Want to show you how to be almighty fine   I'm looking down to the waters, tell the sun where I want the shine   Remember to go where the others stand still   On the blind side   Mama, it's all in hand